It’s another sold out gig for Django Django and tonight at
the Cockpit is swelling with bodies. Movement is rendered nearly impossible
with the throng of fans awaiting the band and when they take to the stage in
home bleached t-shirts, arms and drinks fly everywhere.
The energy the band gives off is contagious as they bound
about the small stage and smile knowingly at each other often. When they talk
to the crowd between songs they are engaging and humble, there are no ego’s
here. They seem just as pleased to be here as the crowd are.
The bands sound is highly percussive and throughout the set
they showcase an array of percussive instruments including a humongous
tambourine. Songs like ‘Skies over Cario’ create syncopated rhythms that are
perfect for mass dancing and the crowd oblige freely. The tribal drumming and
Egyptian melody produce an alluring and absorbing effect, the crowd in a
trance. Their most downbeat track, the simple ‘Hand of Man’, has a country
twang, with ethereal harmonies and warm guitars.
The music reaches every part of your body as the heavy bass
crawls up your legs and guitars rattle round your head. Every song is like an
aural assault as it reaches out and grabs you. The band bends sounds and blends
them with contrasting melodies getting them to co-exist perfectly. They use
futuristic sounding synths to add interesting textures and show that this is a
band that isn’t going to run out of ideas any time soon.
Published in the Yorkshire Evening Post
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